It was a monday today. A pretty good one. Work, 8 km running, an after work and now at home, my fav fruit as dessert.
I got lost in the wood though today. I wanted to try the 5 km road in the wood i discovered the other day so i took my
bike to go there and was loaded for running this 5km twice. Pretty warm weather but good music in the hear and also the summer story of Jonas Jonasson, who wrote Hundraåringen som klev ut genom fönstret och försvan and this was a
good story. So good that i ran fast without noticying it and my pulse was never higher than 190 bpm, which is unusual for me, in the wood with upphills and so. I followed the green marks and somehow, i lost them and was running on the same path as before, meeting the same people again, but i guess i ran 8 km (i followed other colors then) in 36 minutes. I was feeling pretty good after that, i may be dependant for real.
Then, just time for me to shower and to meet some colleagues for an after work. It was nice, i think i will enjoy my life here in Linköping. We were even talking of eventually drive to Ibiza tonight but no one had booked a car. Too bad. And now, time for the dessert, miam!
The song of the daywill not be a song, but several. I was youtibing and cannot choose, so you may got some of a nice live serie from the first artist i ever saw live (after douchka) and that gave me an unforgettable memory of my first real live concert 1993.
Mon mec à moi is certainly the most passionate and devoted song from a girl in love in a dummy boy
Il me dit que je suis belle is the call from a normal but desesperated girl to have someone treating her like she deserves it, with care and love, and his only words to her are that he thinks she is beautiful. Sometimes a few words can only make it fantastic.
This one was the opening song to the concert i was. I never thought that a so little person could sing so powerfully.
This last song (for tonight) is maybe the one of the planet i am the most finding myself in the word. Maybe because it is true. When i sing it along, it is not rare that i cry. Call it to be homesick maybe.
Parce que nos cieux sont ténébreux
Et qu’ici on n’a pas la mer
On a mis le bleu dans nos yeux
C’est dans nos regards qu’on se perdC’est peut-être à cause du soleil
Qui nous oublie longues saisons
On veut de l’or comme à Marseille
On l’a mis dans nos cheveux blondsJe suis d’un pays d’un horizon d’une frontière
Qui sonne guerre, qui sonne éternel hiver
Et si tu veux m’apprendre
Si tu veux vraiment bien me connaître
Je suis dans chaque mot dans chacun de mes gestes
Une fille de l’EstIci le froid glace les corps
Mais la chaleur peut te bruler
Chez tout est intense et fort
On fait pas les choses à moitiéEt toutes ce croix, ces tranchées
Ici l’on sait le prix du sang
L’absurdité des combats quand
On est tombé des deux côtésJe suis d’une région d’une langue d’une histoire
Qui sonne loin qui sonne batailles et mémoire
Celle qui m’a vue naître
Celle qui m’a faite ainsi que je suis faite
Une terre, un caractère celle que je resteJe suis de ces gens dignes
Et debout dans leur silence
Où parole est parole, où promesse a un sensEt si tu sais comprendre
Qui je suis quand j’aime ou je déteste
Je t’offrirai l’amour droit, simple et sincère
D’une fille de l’Est
Une fille de l’Est
Wo ist das Meer? 
2 responses
Bra! 8 km på 36 minuter är 4:30 tempo! Då förväntar jag mig att du gör under 45 minuter på gröna milen med tanke på att sista kilometern bara är nerför ;) Jag kommer sitta vid raststugan o heja med
en kall dryck i ena handen… verkar som om LK bangar, skyller på artros, men vem är förvånad. På E18-loppet vet jag inte vad det var för ursäkt men han sprang bara milen trots att utmaningen
gällde halvmaran.
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